The 90’s punk wave hit me hard as a kid
3/11/19
When I was a kid
My hero was Billy Joe Armstrong
The singer of Greenday
I had a book about them
And loved everything they did
Up to and including ‘Nimrod’
I even knew that the drummers real name
Was ‘Frank Edwin Wright the Third’
I had the poster on the wall
And listened to them
At school,
Before bed
While painting miniatures
And every opportunity I got
In grade 6
A girl I despised
Told me they were
Her favourite band too
So I called her fat until she cried
Ruthless brat that I was
At some point
I learned what a sell-out was
And denounced my fan hood
And never listened to them again
Until I was much older
And learned to forgive them
They were the first band I ever saw live
I still think about Billy Joe Armstrong
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This is the first of three poems about my punk rock heroes from different eras of my youth.
The 90’s punk wave hit me hard as a kid and I still listen to a lot of punk old and new, I thought this might be a good upbeat counterpoint to my recent posts about the hard times.
I stole the last line from Jack Kerouacs ‘On the Road’.
A well-written poem, Christo. ❤ I was never a "fan" with recordings and posters on the wall, but my two daughters were. 🙂 I found your account interesting and relatable. Hope all is well with you. Cheryl
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These ones were just for fun, didn’t really expect many people to relate but glad you like it. All is well with me, hope all is well with you too.
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All is well here too. Happy Halloween!
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